“Easy, now.” He kept most of his weight on his arms and smoothed her brow with his free hand. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Relief and joy bloomed in her chest, the emotions so big she wondered how one person could contain them. Everything she’d ever dreamed of was finally happening, and she was on the verge of passing out from oxygen deprivation.

Going completely on impulse, Kay leaned up and kissed him. He smiled, his lips moving under hers, and it only made her want him more. She wanted to be filled with him in every way but didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted.

Luckily Eli seemed to know without words.

His knee inched between her thighs and parted them, and she felt completely exposed. Despite her vulnerability, she wasn’t afraid. She was more excited about the things he had in store for her. Sex with Tim hadn’t been anything to write home about. She had a feeling making love with Eli would surpass anything she could dream up.

His gentle fingers caressed the insides of her thighs, tracing their shape all the way down to her calf. A few seconds later, his lips followed the path of his fingers. She closed her eyes against the assault of sensation. It was too much to take in, too hard to breathe.

“There were so many nights I dreamed of this. Of touching you. Tasting you. Making you scream.”

Kay’s breath caught as he moved higher and his lips dragged over her belly button. “You did?”

He looked up at her. The sight of him hovering between her thighs was so erotic but also so shocking that Kay instinctively tried to close her legs. The action accomplished nothing except locking him closer to her core. He looked down, his lips curling up in a private smile.

“I think you’d be worried if you knew some of the things I’ve dreamed about you,” he muttered. Then he leaned down and dragged his teeth over the lace between her legs.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KAY TENSED AS the first shock of sensation flowed through her. A scream rose then stopped, trapped in her throat as he lapped at the wet satin. She shivered beneath him, the motions of his quick tongue setting off a wave of convulsions. She grabbed at his shoulders, tried to move away, and then tried to move closer. Eli ignored her moans, her cries, and her fingers tugging at his ears. He gripped her thighs, his strength evident in how easily he held her still while she shook and trembled beneath him.

When she could breathe again, Kay looked down and couldn’t believe he was watching her, a look of intense satisfaction on his face. She instantly tensed and tried to cover herself with her hands. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hands and held them out of the way as he dipped his head and licked her again.

“Oh my,” she sighed and allowed her head to fall back.

“Kaylee. I need you to know something.”

“Yes,” she mumbled.

“I want you with an intensity that might be a little frightening. I don’t ever want to do anything that scares you. But when I want something, I take it. And there haven’t been too many things I want the way I want you.”

Kay let out a breath, overwhelmed and overjoyed by his words. “I want this. I want you.”

Her words unleashed something in him, a wildness evident in the unbridled desire in his eyes and the firm grip of his fingers as they tightened on her hips. His thumbs slipped beneath the sides of her panties, and Kay huffed out a shocked breath at the first brush of his fingers on her bare skin.

He pulled back and reached over to where his jeans lay crumpled on the floor. When he pulled the silver packet from his wallet, her heart drummed a sudden insistent rhythm that echoed all the way to her ears. This was it.

He wasn’t going to stop this time.

Their eyes met and he dropped it on the floor next to her. Then his hands were on the sides of her face and his tongue was in her mouth. She wrapped her legs around him, holding his big body against her, reveling in the sensation of all those muscles rubbing against her. He ground his hips between her thighs, getting into a rhythm that had her crying out for him. She needed him inside her, would die if he didn’t soothe the ache he’d created.

He grabbed the foil packet and ripped it open. Then, his eyes holding hers the whole time, he pulled his boxers down. Kay’s breath left her lungs in a soundless huff. She watched, fascinated, as he rolled the protection over his thick shaft.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, stroking a hand gently over her stomach.

At her shaky nod, he flexed his hips, pushing deep. A ragged groan escaped his lips as he slid home until he was so deep that Kay couldn’t feel anything but him. She rubbed her hands over his bald head and arched up against him. He seemed to like that because his fingers tightened on her hips. She thrilled at the thought of making him lose his careful veneer of control and ran her hands over his head and down his shoulders. The movement pushed her breasts against his chest.

He dipped his head and laved a nipple before he took it between his lips. She cried out as he sucked it deep. It was too much, the gentle suction at her breast as he moved inside her. Everything about the way he touched her was so primal and erotic. He pulled things out of her that no one else could see.

Tears sprang to her eyes as her pleasure hit its peak, her body clamping down on him, trying to keep him deep inside her as she came. Long moments later, she realized that he’d stopped moving.

And he was still achingly, breathtakingly hard.

“You aren’t… I mean, you didn’t…” Kay flushed and pushed her hair out of her face. She couldn’t even say it out loud. Had she done something wrong?